[ used to. there's something very final about that. it might be that their worlds are all gone now, so the past is the past - but it also may not be.
a slight downward turn of his mouth. John sets his hand down on the table - doesn't reach all the way across, that's a bit too forward, not necessarily physically but in other ways. but he's there, closer than he was before, fingers laid palm-down at the midline where their halves would join if the table were in pieces. ]
Right. [ an acceptance of fact, even if he doesn't fully understand it.
he wants to know the right thing to say here. wants to know somehow, instinctively, when's the alright time to touch on something as gargantuan as the size of the loss sitting in each and every one of them.
he doesn't. so, instead, after a held breath waiting for words can't wait any longer, ] How did you specialise?
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a slight downward turn of his mouth. John sets his hand down on the table - doesn't reach all the way across, that's a bit too forward, not necessarily physically but in other ways. but he's there, closer than he was before, fingers laid palm-down at the midline where their halves would join if the table were in pieces. ]
Right. [ an acceptance of fact, even if he doesn't fully understand it.
he wants to know the right thing to say here. wants to know somehow, instinctively, when's the alright time to touch on something as gargantuan as the size of the loss sitting in each and every one of them.
he doesn't. so, instead, after a held breath waiting for words can't wait any longer, ] How did you specialise?